How the hell are you, flist? Due to a series of circumstances, I am sitting at the house, alone and sort of bored, having drunk a whole bottle of white wine (in my defense... I have no defense. It needed drinking so I drank it), overthinking this little D/s PWP I've been trying to write all evening (really, I'm trying not to use the word "metonym" in a story about blowjobs).
So sound off, flist. Who is sitting around similarly bored? Ask me a question or tell me a story or something. We will have a gay old time (just like always, amirite?).
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